He sighed deeply, the corners of his mouth turned down, “Unfortunately, things have taken a downward turn in San Francisco. The drug scene has gotten heavy and people are dying from overdoses of heroin and other nasty concoctions. There was this brief period when everything was perfect and magical and we were all part of something new and wonderful. Eventually, the whole scene became a caricature of itself. Busses arrived in the Haight carrying throngs of tourist pointing to the “crazy” hippies and disparaging our way of life.”
“The tourists, ridicule, noise and bus fumes slowly destroyed our tranquil haven. The magick dissipated and one day it was gone.”
Lilly spoke softly, “I’m glad you came to New Orleans. I think there is magick here in the French Quarter.”
Roland threw his head back and laughed, “Miss Lyla. You are right. I am happy I came to New Orleans too.” He put his arm around her and gently drew her to him. Her arms reflexively went around his neck. He kissed her gently on the lips, kissed both of her eyes and made his way back to her full lips kissing her deeply.
Lilly could feel his kiss through her entire body. Her knees relaxed, her back arched slightly and she leaned closer to him.
Returning to Panthea’s through Jackson Square, Roland was full of energy. He talked to tourists, artists and musicians along the way. Digging a handful of papers out of his back pocket, he began handing out the flyers advertising his band’s premier gig at The Cave on Bourbon Street.
Soon after arriving in Lilly’s apartment Roland dramatically stuck his nose in his arm pit and pulled an embarrassed face. Lilly couldn’t help herself, she giggled uncontrollably.
“I haven’t had a good shower in a couple of days, do you think I could take one here?”
“Of course, make yourself at home,” she offered trying to stop giggling.
As he closed the door to the bathroom, Lilly retreated to the living room with a cold Dixie 45. Sipping the beer, she sat listening to the shower run when Roland called out, “Lyla! Lyla!”
Running to the hallway she yelled through the bathroom door, “Are you okay in there?”
“No” Roland cried in a petulant voice, “I’m lonely.”
Lilly laughed, cracked the door a couple of inches and said, “I’m lonely too, hurry up and come on out here.”
Two minutes later Roland stepped out of the bathroom. Clouds of steam swirled around him, streams of water poured off his hair and beard. A drop of water dangled on the end of his nose. Lilly giggled as he took her face in his hands and drew her to him. He kissed her and she responded enthusiastically as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
His warm, moist body engulfed her. Gentle hands found her breast and his full lips tenderly kissed each nipple drawing one into his mouth as his hands explored the contours of her body. Lilly’s hands moved over the muscles of his back as she pressed herself against his naked body. One of his hands made its way to the waist band of her jeans, quickly unbuttoned and unzipped. In mere seconds her clothes were on the floor.
Roland’s tongue slid down her body to the bottom of her torso. Lying back, his tongue explored between her legs. She froze. Confused by his exploration, her body clenched. Roland looked up and said, “Relax, you’re going to like this.”
Lying back, her body softened. Her breath quickened as his tongue worked magic and she arched her body. She teetered on the brink of orgasm. Roland stopped and made his way up her torso to her breast.
Lilly’s legs opened and wrapped around Roland’s waist as he entered her. Taking her legs in his hands, he placed them over his shoulders and penetrated her deeply. The feel of him inside of her was ecstasy. She lifted her body slightly, moving slowly at first. Abandoning all cares, her body demanded more. Roland brought her to the edge of orgasm, slowed, stopped, kissed her and began again. Their love making went on longer than Lilly thought possible.
She felt the vibration before she heard the sound coming from deep in his throat as his body moved faster and faster, penetrating her depths with each stroke. The momentum built quickly and they climaxed together releasing primal cries of ecstasy.
Roland awoke a few hours later and looked around for a clock. Lilly awoke as he sat up. “Hey, sweet lady, you want to do me a favor?”
Lilly ran her fingers through his tangled silky hair. “Ah, huh, what do you need?” she asked with an invitation in her voice.
“Will you braid my hair, it is too wild for me to deal with right now.” Lilly grabbed a hair brush as Roland dug a piece of leather cord from his jean pocket.
She worked the tangles out and pull his long thick hair up ready to braid. “What is this?”
Roland felt her finger tracing a familiar design on the back of his neck. “It’s a birth mark,”
“No, I’ve never seen a blue birth mark and it looks like a knot. You know what it looks like? It looks like one of those things sailors get. Ya’ know the heart with ‘Mom’ or ‘Forever?’ Oh, what do they call those things?”
Roland turned his head trying to see her sitting behind him, hair brush in her hand. “Do you mean a tattoo?”
“Yes, are you sure it is not a tattoo?”
“Yea, I’m sure it’s a birthmark. I’ve had it all my life.”
“I’ve got to get going Lilly, sound check it at 9PM and I’ve no idea what time it is.” Lilly quickly braided his hair and tied the end with the leather cord.
“It’s 8 o’clock, you have time for some coffee and eggs before you head out,” she
